Clean SWEEP
Beth pinned the notice to the community board in the Sunny Bank Post Office…
‘Clean Sweep. Overwhelmed by stuff? Let me help you organise. Confidential service. Call Beth.’
Stepping back, she eyed it carefully. The cool green type was centred. There were no spelling errors. Yes, it was well-balanced, tidy, organised – exactly the image she wished to present. Professional, but using only her first name gave it that personal touch. Now, all she needed was clients.
‘Putting up a notice? That will be £2 per week please,’ said the postmaster.
‘Yes, I’m offering a tidying, decluttering service,’ she replied, as she purchased a book of stamps.
‘What a great idea. I’m sure there are some parents of teenage kids who will be queuing up for that.’
‘I certainly hope so. Thank you.’
In her favourite booth in the Brown Cow Cafe, Beth was just lifting her latte to her lips when her mobile rang…
‘Clean Sweep. Beth speaking. May I help you?’
‘Are you the tidying lady? I need help. Now!’
Beth quickly pulled out her notebook and pen. ‘Name, address and telephone number, madam?’
‘Professor Fern D Poppy. Old Oak Cottage, Drovers Road, Sunny Bank. Can you come now?’
‘Yes. I can be there in 20 minutes to discuss what you would like doing and give you an estimate.’
‘Please come as soon as you can. It really is very urgent.’
Beth downed
